I am the rain
beating down
relentlessly
until the overflow.
Spilling out
drowning anything
and everything
that is calm.
With the rain
darkness lingers
resisting
to be scattered.
Though the rain
is eager give up
the darkness is
endless.
I am the rain
and only the sun
can break up
these showers.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I stare at the water
eyes as wide as the oceans themselves --
Each set of waves entices me
like a lover reaching out her hand
beckoning from underneath
the crisp white duvet cover
to join her.
Come to me and let go.
Come to me and forget.
She is warm
and I feel safe in her presence
though I should feel
a numbing chill
deep in my chest.
Come to me and let go
Come to me and forget.
I reach for her hand
but instead am swept into a
quick
cold
kiss.
The water had stared back at me
ready to engulf this doe-eyed romantic
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
I'm repeating
in my head
I'm sorry
because
I don't believe
I said it enough to you.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
You had no idea
that when you slid
your hand in my pocket
you destroyed any control
I had to resist you.
Or did you?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
I'm scared
I'm terrified
Petrified.
It's such a constant
feeling
now
Never in my life
have I felt
consumed by a
feeling
My heart beats
with fear
Each thud
Each dud
dread.
Quietly it goes
pumping this
pain throughout
my bones.
I am scared.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
In a moment far from reverie
I wondered
will the thought of you save me
or push me over the edge?
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I sleep in a bed of lies
layer by layer
each word spoken with a sweet smile
creates more cushion
I rest next to exaggerations
they keep good company
of hyperbole and hubris
always with the kindest eyes
Your perfume lingers for days
trapped in my duvet of little fictions
because it is the only truth
you ever give to me.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
My heart has never been one piece;
I’ve left bits in places and people
for safekeeping or declaration.
So you didn’t break it.
You never even had the chance.
But don’t think for once second —
it didn’t hurt when you tore
a piece too big for yourself
and left my ****** heart half out my chest
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
I would start with your hands.
Mine would dance with yours;
our fingers waltzing together.
Then they would become curious,
I know so.
My hands would glide up your arm
leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
I don't know where your hands have gone,
but mine have reached the top of your shoulder.
My fingers can't resist
tracing your collar bone.
Your hands find mine.
I think they got lost
in the escalation of my own.
But they're together now.
Taking a hint from yours,
my hands reach to your chin --
only breaking contact
for a second.
My fingers have tilted your chin,
so our eyes can do a similar dance
to the one our hands have completed.
Hands are the utilitarian laborers
of the body,
but eyes guard the gates
to the soul.
My eyes search your own.
They are hesitant, but
my hands are always reliable.
They pull you into me
and at the last second
before our eyes close,
and our lips meet,
my eyes find what they knew was there.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
I don't know what I did to make you so bitter, but it must have been worse than caring for you.
It must have been worse than putting you before anyone else,
It must have been worse than all those kind words I shared with you.
It must have been worse than kissing away your tears,
When you thought that dark feeling inside you would never go away.
It must have been worse than trying to make you smile,
Or telling you that your smile makes me smile.
It had to have been worse than caressing your face in the morning because
I loved you.
It must have been worse than all the times I was the big spoon.
It must have really been when your happiness was more important to me than my own.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC